He seems to think my half ideas and half dirty talk are a good idea as he leads me to the shower, glass butt plug having already been inserted by his deft fingers, feeling humiliated and oh so very turned on, its not often that I will agree to this and never to this level. He knees me there and holds my hair as he slowly starts pissing on me, the act in itself so very humiliating but at this point of time so very hot. Letting is spill over my breast’s trickling across my nipples I look up at him my eyes probably wider than they ever are and he takes his cock and pushes it into my mouth as i rest my hands against his thighs half fighting half wanting to push him away, before i relax i trust him, if i didn’t i wouldn’t be doing this, we seem to spend a age there, me knelt before him taking into my mouth and sucking and nibbling his cock as he pisses on me, in my mouth, my cares seem to have disappeared a finger finding its way down to press against my clit ring keeping myself to that peak of arousal, that place that plateau where this all seems ok…

As it got later, and the club started to clear out, she says, “You know, I don’t even have a ride home … are you driving?” I said sure, I could give her a ride home, trying to sound reluctant, like I was doing her a big favor.

I made a last stop by my friends, and told them I couldn’t drive them home and I asked my buddy, “Do you have a condom?” He laughed, yes he did. His girlfriend gave him an “oh really?” look and he handed it over.

Me and the chick left together. When we got to my car in a busy parking lot, I asked where she lived and she looked at me squarely in the eyes, smiling, and didn’t say a thing. The next ten seconds of silence took about an hour. I gulped and maintained my strong silent type presence. She grabbed the back of my head, leaned in, and gave me a passionate wide mouth smooch...

Men who have sex at least twice a week can almost halve their risk of heart disease, according to new research.

It shows men who indulge in regular lovemaking are up to 45 per cent less likely to develop life-threatening heart conditions than men who have sex once a month or less.
The study, of over 1,000 men, shows sex appears to have a protective effect on the male heart but did not examine whether women benefit too.

Now the American researchers who carried out the investigation are calling for doctors to screen men for sexual activity when assessing their risk of heart disease...

We were rubbing at one another furiously over our clothes, his fingers trying in vain to get beneath the hem of my shorts, though his cock had somehow already been released from his business khakis. My fingers coiled around his hardening penis, his world slipping through my fist. He became frustrated with my ass-clinging denim and demanded I take them off.

So I took them off. I like being told what to do.

Half-naked and having my clit rubbed in the passenger seat as we passed other cars had me salivating from sheer excitement. I didn’t care about the danger – I needed him in my mouth...

Women have always been mildly promiscuous throughout human evolutionary history. How do we know this? Unlike physical artifacts or skeletal remains, human social behavior like mating does not leave fossil records. So how do we know that women have not been sexually exclusive to their husbands throughout human evolutionary history? It turns out that clear evidence of women’s promiscuity has been left on the man’s body, his genitals, to be precise.

The first piece of evidence is the relative size of the testes. Across species, the more promiscuous the females are, the larger the size of the testes relative to the male’s body weight. This is because when a female copulates with multiple males within a short period of time -- in other words, when she is promiscuous -- sperm from different males must compete with each other to reach the egg to inseminate it. This process is known as “sperm competition.” One good way to outcompete others is to outnumber them...